"Seriously...?" Aimee just shook her head as Bastien grabbed the phone to head off to find Ragenard. Her gaze shifted around towards the rest of the pack that happened to be within the same room and she couldn't help but tug a little on a strand of hair. She knew better than to go against orders, but what if her father was in danger? Why hadn't Jacques taken his cell phone? Was he planning on slipping away and if so, for what purpose? Maybe he went home to get fresh clothing? No, that would be stupid; he would have told someone. Sighing, Aimee headed for the door, needing some fresh air. Stepping outside, the nineteen-year-old tilted back her head, letting her black hair cascade across her back, the bangs not currently in her Prussian blue eyes, which were full of worry for her father. "Damn it, Jacques."